Living Proof

[Lloyd Banks] Uh I done cracked the dial again on your meter, despite your limits If I was you, I wouldn't rap with me, either, I'm psycho with it I'm gon' knock a thirty-pack off a hater, you're lipo-kitted Unavoidable, ironic they take an L like No Limit Tryna carry weight that's dead'll only hold me back Sometimes you gotta have a fall out to see the truth, and you showed me that Freezing my shoulders what I'm coldest at You see the ones you shit on all on your way out, this life is a cul-de-sac No surrenders, wish I was born earlier Put me in the golden era where I can flourish Me and adversity cruise together Counted me out again? Yes, who do I owe the pleasure? Thank you, him, her and whoever Banks is a wanted man, big up to my band, keep drums in public I should drop again, three Sundays in June, my sons'll love it Poison my food for thought, hope my critics become disgusted These scriptures are one-of-ones, never had a re-run to judge it [Lloyd Banks & Benny the Butcher] When it's said and done, I'll be the only one My drive ain't fueled off love, ain't got to show me none You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done And we only run when the police come A hundred salute, prepare the troops (Ah) I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce (The Butcher comin', nigga) Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth (Me and my nigga Banks, ah) Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof (You know how we do it, you know what it is, uh) [Benny the Butcher] I'm the East Side rider in twenty bands of designer At the fight in Brooklyn, sittin' one row behind Madonna Don't do me no favors, I'm too gangster to break a promise I ain't leave the mansion and I spent twenty at Saint Thomas, uh (Twenty at Saint Thomas) Y'all naming rappers I'm better than, but that's irrelevant 'Cause I'm the elephant in the room, even 'round veterans You probably makin' bread, but don't know how to stack it, do you? (Nah) I make fifty bands and still go home to a pack of noodles Had the best work, then got a net worth that they had to Google I promise that I'll be richer by the time I run back into you, uh Beef with a rapper? Explain to me how, nigga (Me, how?) You don't wanna see this K and me wavin' you down with it, ah My record label hate that I hang with these wild niggas Too focused for that 'cause fractions can't be allowed with us (Uh-uh) I'm Pac back then, when that nigga played in Juice Brought the title upstate like when Melo played in 'Cuse, uh [Lloyd Banks] When it's said and done, I'll be the only one My drive ain't fueled off love, ain't got to show me none You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done And we only run when the police come A hundred salute, prepare the troops I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof [Lloyd Banks] Uh, victory is the greatest treasure, came together Winning personified, excellence on my name, forever Money flurries became the weather, rain, whatever Count up the scars, you'll breathe hard Way too much pain to measure Long as I been climbin' for some time, my nigga Rhyme Pulitzer, compliments of recent contradiction, fifteen pounds of liquor Ain't you helped me up behind the picture, snuck me time elixir Prada slippers, this shit's a breeze, let me be honest with ya f******u think I do this for? Attention never moved me none Funny how envy infiltrate circles, that's where it usually comes Niggas singin' they soul away, hate what the gangsta movies done Frontin' pics in the district, you know that ain't where your jewelry from Never been time for tentative talks Pray that my pen gives remorse Pain is my friend on this course Clones with identical flows Dense sentimental, hit harder than any physical loss Splinters from times I been crossed Imbalanced, chemicals off [Lloyd Banks] When it's said and done, I'll be the only one My drive ain't fueled off love, ain't got to show me none You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done And we only run when the police come A hundred salute, prepare the troops I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof (Proof) --- Living Proof - Lloyd Banks